In the pilothouse of Trunks's flagship, the atmosphere was tense. Maps were laid out, faces were tense, and Trunks stood silently by the sea window.
Marcus said, reviewing the reports:
"Lucheni hit us at Santora, then disappeared. He doesn't leave a mark, but he leaves a wound."
Trunks replied without turning around:
"The wound doesn't matter to me… What matters is who thought I wouldn't respond."
Falco, the second-in-command, entered, carrying a small metal box. He said:
"The new weapon is ready. The test was a success."
Trunks finally looked at him and said:
"Does it work on the open sea?"
"Yes. It has a range of half a mile, and it penetrates wood and steel."
"Then it's time to roar."
Tronix sat in the command chair and said to Marcus:
"I want Lucchini to hear my voice… not my message."
Marcus replied:
"Are we going to attack him directly?"
"No. We'll hit one of his strongholds, but this time… we'll leave nothing standing."
Falco said:
"Valenta Island? His logistics center?"
"Exactly. That's where he stores, plans, and hides. We'll reduce it to ash."
In the weapons room, Trunks opened the metal box. Inside was a small device that resembled a cannon, but equipped with a thermal firing system.
"This isn't just a cannon," Falco said. "It's a sea pulse. It fires a pressure wave that breaks hulls from within."
"Nice," Trunks replied, touching the device. "The sea will witness the first roar of the new wolf."
That night, three ships from Trunks' fleet, led by Falco, moved toward Valenta Island.
Marcus asked, watching the horizon:
"Do you think Lucchini expects this?"
Tronx replied:
"Lucchini expects intelligence… but he doesn't expect madness."
On Valenta Island, Lucchini's men were relaxing, loading cargo and repairing the docks.
"Tronx wouldn't dare attack Valenta," one said. "It's remote and protected."
"A wolf doesn't swim far," another replied, laughing.
But they didn't know that the wolf had begun to roar.
At midnight, Trunchus's ships reached firing range.
"Standby," Falco said over the bullhorn. "Target: warehouses, docks, command center."
"Fire pulse," Trunchus replied.
The first wave sounded. It wasn't an explosion, but a deep sound, as if the sea itself were roaring. Within moments, the hulls began to crack, the docks collapsed, and small ships exploded from within.
"What is this?! We can't see anything!" one of Lucchini's men shouted.
"It's a sound… but it kills!" another replied.
Out at sea, Marcus said, watching through binoculars:
"The Valenta is collapsing. We didn't fire a single shot."
Tronx replied with a cold smile:
"That's the difference between a wolf and a tiger. A tiger attacks… a wolf annihilates."
The next morning, news reached Lucchini at his floating headquarters.
"The Valenta is destroyed," Vittorio said, holding up the report. "We don't know how. No cannons, no ships, just a pressure wave."
"Tronx is starting to use tools we don't know," Lucchini replied, staring at the map.
"Do we respond?"
"Not now. We need to understand… before we sink."
One of the officers said:
"Shall we change our positions?"
Luccini replied:
"We change our rules. The sea is no longer the same… and Trunks is no longer the same as we knew him."
At the end of the meeting, Luuccini, staring at the tiger banner, said:
"The wolf roars… but the tiger doesn't run away. We'll make him regret every wave he fires."